so pretty muchon the plus side.....i'm moving out lol
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He Was Begging...You’ve come to tell me a secret, To whisper in my ear, But you keep avoiding the subject, And I’m not sure why you’re here.He Was Begging...
You couldn’t text or call, you say, It had to be to my face, You look so god damn empty, A look I must replace.
So I kneel down in front of your chair,
Contact for comforts sake, Touch your legs, your face, your hair, And hope that you don’t break.
I promise you can trust me,
Just tell me why you’re hurt. What huge thing could take you, so strong, And roll you in the dirt? &
by ~kazanianqueen
BurnedStaring up at the lamp, she sees a moth trapped behind the glass. The sun beats down on her chest. She sits against the wall. Waiting. Again. Her black jacket scratches against her skin. Everyone else wore t-shirts, shorts, and skirts. Summer clothes. She longed to peel a layer from her body, but couldn’t bring herself to show the world her scars. Lost in her world, she drew circles on her knees, noting with interest the pulsing sensation at the base of her spine. In travelled up, down, spreading shivers over her body even in the absurd heat. The energy turned to hands, which ran fingernails down her spine. She bit her lip, her body rockBurned
by ~kazanianqueen
Should Be'sShe. Standing there. The centre of her own world. White blonde hair crackling in the wind. Electric eyes staring. At you? At me? At something. A self contained storm, lighting strikes inside her circle. Rain pounds the earth below her, and yet she remains dry. One hand reached out, pleading for something. Again, you or me? Other hand above her head, as if she were to command the skies. As if she were to control the storm itself, that which cannot be controlled. Long white dress flapping in the wind. Rain falling harder and harder. Still she stares. Out at me, dry and safe and as unhappy as she. Out at you, beautiful but not whole. Her crackedShould Be's
by ~kazanianqueen
Those DaysYou know those days that start off bad and only get worse You wake with a blanket on your head Spend hours trying to get out of bed And realise that it was all for nothing I know you know those daysThose Days
You know those days that fill you up yet empty you out When you realise you’re all alone And no one you know will answer their phone And it feels like no one cares I know you know those days
You know those days of unwanted revelations Realising your hopes are nothing but dreams And you’re coming apart at the seams And you’ve given away more t
by ~kazanianqueen
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im permanencemy stars are bursting, secret fires for secret liars, the only time i do is when i hold my tongue.im permanence
i cradle a book in my hands, feel its breath and wonder if maybe it's alive, black ink shifted into blues and greens to bite the hands that never feel enough.
i meant every word i said, in worm-knuckled verse; i meant every word you said, my eyes fingercombing through each letter until amorphous monsters spill from the synapses.
today is a day where i wash my hands but the blood is always there;
i will nam
by *ohsostarryeyed
We Were Summer RainYou were mine in the summer, in those languid days when the sun glinted knowingly in the windows, beaming and the rain pressedWe Were Summer Rain
its small hands against the pane leaving droplets to glisten there.
You were mine in the summer, as the cool air made us giddy and our skin turned brown in the sunlight, when everything was a reminder of how to feel in the heat and the ocean air and the bustling city of taxis and tourist traps, each slight brush of the senses.
I was yours in the summer, when freedom coursed through my veins like ice water dri
by ~write-it-out
by =armene
an autumn poem.now, i am writing about your hands and how they are warm, like melted chocolate i am writing about how it is silent and i get butterflies when you look at me, i feel nervous i feel almostbeautiful and almost wanted and i want youan autumn poem.
i want you
i am writing about how i can't stop thinking about you and i see your face in the clouds and the cracks in the pavements spell out your name and there is dirt between my nails and it makes no sense but i wish it was you, i wish all of it was you and i am writing about your hands but i'm still not writing
by *twelvedaysofjune
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- Interests: drama, writing, being stupid lots
- Favourite movie: Last Unicorn (:D), Mulan, Tarzan, Lion King 2 (disney fad lol)
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- Personal Quote: Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask. - X-Files
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Slashes aimed across the wrist,
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Pain to hurt, and hurt to feel,
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"I held her close but she faded in the night
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Like a cat in a tumble dryer O.0
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